'I Soothe The Song Close To Me' Poem by Marty McKenna

i soothe the song close to me,
close my eyes. the finger picking
closer, the words of your song
in me; your lilt softens the night

as we flow in softer and softer.
the low lights cover the page
and a poet comes to melody
as soft as reaching for velvet ink.

around my first, my second glass;
lost now among the fever of

his box, his words,
his slick steel six string.

as i leave this place behind
i wonder what the words
we would have made were,
i'm comforted by your garden
and in this mist, your homemade bread.

first published in 'palimpsest'
appears in the chapbook 'sleeve notes'